The Build: Week 10

The Build: Week 9

The Build: Week 8

The Build: Week 3

Wednesday, August 22nd – Tuesday, August 28th

Because I don’t have anything new to share for week three, I decided to use this post to answer one of the many questions we were asked when we started this adventure: “Why?”

This is something we were asked by a number of people when we first decided to sell our house and build a new one.

Why are you selling? Why are you building and not buying an existing home?

Like many personal decisions individuals and couples make throughout their lives, the simple answer can be: “It’s none of your business.” And for some people, that may be the answer we gave them, and the answer they deserved to hear. But for the sake of this post, I will share why we decided to do what we’re doing.

The home we were living in was absolutely fine. We enjoyed the location and the home itself. We had put a lot of time and thought into the changes we made and the upgrades we invested in. We were happy there.

Fast forward to January/February of 2018. We started noticing a number of homes in the area selling quickly, and for more than we would have expected. John had owned the house for 5 years at that point and we seriously started crunching some numbers.

We also started looking at upgrades and repairs that we would need to make within the next few years:

  • New fence for the backyard
  • Siding
  • Roof
  • Flooring for most of the house

Upgrades and repairs quickly add up and it started to look like it’d be silly not to sell.

Once we decided that spring/summer of 2018 would be a good time for us to sell, we started looking at where we’d go. We always knew we’d want to build at some point, why not now?!

We had a mental list of things we’d want in our next house and we knew we probably wouldn’t get everything we wanted if we bought an existing home. We’ve attended the Parade of Homes together every year since we got married and we knew what we liked and didn’t like. We also had a builder in mind. Building sounded perfect!

The only other piece of the puzzle was where. We wanted to stay in East Troy, preferably in the Village, but there weren’t a lot of options. Actually, there weren’t any. Not a single parcel of vacant, residential, land was for sale within the Village of East Troy. We spent a fair amount of time researching lots and driving around. At the time, finding the location proved to be the most challenging task.

We did eventually pick a 1 acre lot in the Troy Hill Estates subdivision in the Town of East Troy. While we won’t be in the Village any longer, it is a nice area and we’re thrilled to have such a large lot for us, and the puppies, to one day enjoy.

When it comes down to it, the decisions you, or you and your spouse, make are your own, and no one else is entitled to know the “why” behind what you did.

3 weeks down, 22 to go.

Is chivalry dead, or do people simply suck?

Would you hold the door open for a stranger walking behind you?

Do you hold the elevator for a co-worker rushing down the hallway?

If a pedestrian is waiting at a crosswalk do you stop and let them cross?


These are simple choices we must make on a daily basis. Choices that, in my opinion, are easy to answer with a “yes”. But I’m not writing this because we’re all living our lives like the most devout members of the Abnegation faction.

An odd thing happened to me at work today while walking from the fitness center to the locker room. A thing that made me think “Is this really happening right now?”

You see, there’s a door between the fitness center and the locker rooms, a heavy fire door. I hate opening this door. It’s awkward, the knob is small and doesn’t turn well, and it doesn’t swing in the direction that feels natural for it’s placement. This morning, as I grasped that tiny knob and gave it a sharp twist, I noticed a man walking towards me from the other side of that shitty door, maybe 10′ away. I struggled, with bags in both hands, to pull the door wide enough to go around and squeeze through. When I had enough room to cross the threshold, the man that had been creeping closer and closer from the other side was suddenly right there. And how convenient for him, this sweaty, polite, and exhausted young woman already had the door open. He didn’t give me a second glance, nor did he care that I was already on my way through the door. He simply breezed right past me. My only thought was “Damn, did that just happen?”

Fine, fuck it. I need to shower and in order to shower I need to get to the other side of this door. As I was about to make my second attempt I realized the 5 guys walking behind him had other plans. So I stood there like a sweaty doorman wearing a down parka on a 105 degree day outside the Waldorf Astoria. They all walked through, they all looked at me, and not one of them said “Thank you!”, offered to stop and let me through, or held the door for me after they passed through. What a bunch of assholes.

I’m usually good at putting on my best fuck you face (see below) but this time it failed me. I was simply too stunned to even look as pissed off as I was.

I really was happy on my wedding day. I swear.


I finally did get through that shitty door and down to the fitness center. I was able to refresh and prepare for the rest of my day in a quite locker room, void of selfish assholes that only wanted to steal my joy.

So take a moment to consider all of the things you do on a daily basis and how the smallest tasks can, and will, affect others around you. Making someone else’s day just a tiny bit better doesn’t have to require a lot of effort on your part. It’s not difficult, be a fucking decent human being.

Working in the Boys Club – Part 1

Excessplain |ikˈses splān|

Verb [reporting verb]

Make (an answer, idea, situation, or problem) more confusing to someone by describing it in excessive detail or revealing more facts or ideas than necessary.  Excessplaining may occur after a “yes” or “no” question has been asked, or when basic assistance is needed by an individual looking to solve a problem.

I understood Jeff’s billing question until he started excessplaining it to me.” 

“I asked Dave if he wanted to get lunch from the cafeteria with me at noon.  His excessplaination never answered my original question.”